When We're Alone

Chapter 11

*Hayden*

After five minutes of awkwardly scrolling through Instagram in silence, with the awkward smiles Alex gave me when we accidently made eye contact, I make my way upstairs.

I was about to walk into my room, until I realised Leroy was waiting inside his room, the door was open. I walk inside.

"Did my dad see you coming in here?" He asks, getting up from his bed, which he was laying down on.

His room was completely different from what I remember, or maybe it's because I don't remember it much I just imagined how it would be. In the long time I have been staying in this house, I have never been inside his room. I just had no reason to.

I try not thinking about what happened in his bed, because I didn't want to get caught up in my emotions or become angry at himfor what happened ages ago. I wasn't going to bring it all up again.

His room was a white colour, with a massive walk in wardrobe. The wardrobe was open; it was full of clothes yet he managed to have clothes all around the wardrobe scattered around. He had a work desk, everything looked so professional. Then there was his messy bed, and the atmosphere of the room was just a lot like Leroy.

It smelt like him as well, a strong thick woody smell, but somehow it was sweet and masculine. I wonder what spray he used all the time, he had a massive collection of deodorant on his desk which had a mirror near it. Guess I'll be taking his perfumes from now on.

"Nice room." I say with a small nod. "No."

"Okay." He says nodding his head, "Good. That's good." He shrugs, almost like he was trying to convince himself that it was all okay. What was?

"What's up?" I ask, feeling weary from the nervous tone in his voice.

"Uh." He starts to go bright pink; I stare at him for him to continue. But he just looked too shy to do so. "My dad, kinda knows about us."

Say what.

What?

I stare at him, without blinking. My eyes turning bigger than they already where, I almost sucked his soul out with my eyes. Say what again.

"About us?" I ask quietly, furrowing my eye brows. Praying, hoping it isn't about what I think it is.

"That we had sex." He says with his voice trailing off, and looking away from me and at the bed.

You've got to be kidding me. You're joking right? He's joking. This is all a joke. I run my hand through my hair, with my fingers tightening around my skull.

"No." I say shrugging. "You're lying." I shake my head.

"No. Why would I lie about that?" He says with furrowed eye brows.

This was crazy, Alex can't know. Is that why he was so weird with me and Leroy being near each other?

"What the fuck Leroy." I wail, this wasn't happening. "Fucking stupid bed." I almost shriek looking at his bed.

"Hey, hey, hey. Leave the bed alone, it didn't do shit." Leroy says defensively, almost like this was amusing to him. Was he being serious? His dad knows? I was so ashamed, he's my step brother.

Without replying, I storm out the room. I was too pissed off to be around Leroy when I just found out that his dad knows we had sex. How the hell did he even find out?

*Leroy*

Shit. What did I do, I told her that my dad knows? Now she's going to hate me, she'll think I told him. What if the truth comes out one day? What if she goes down and asks him what happened, and how he found out? With Hayden anything was possible.